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There is a region in bavaria called the Allgäu. It is famous for the beautifull Alps, for fairy tail castles from our former king ludwig the 2nd and of course for Kässpätzle. It´s a kind of handmade pasta with flavourfull Cheese and fried onions, absolutly delicious.
My Sumission to the Global Cuisine challenge
“The secret is to cook the heck out of it!” This was how my my mum’s advice began when I asked her to share one of my favourite childhood recipes. At the time, I was hoping to find meals that were well-suited to batch cooking and cost effective as I was hugely pregnant and freezing mark ahead meals for when I had my baby. “And don’t use a pan you like too much....the burnt bits give it flavour,” she continued. My mum doesn’t love cooking, or food particularly, and I’m still not sure how I became so fascinated with all things gustatory. However, this recipe has stood the test of time from when I was first introduced to it in the (probably) 1980s. The recipe itself may seem a wee bit rudimentary, but there is a certain type of magic that takes place when the sweetness of the ketchup mingles with the bite of the onion and the briny, saltiness of the olives. And as per my mum’s advice: cook it as long as possible to almost caramelize the sugary aspects of the sauce, and to soften the meat or veggie balls and let them soak up the flavours. A perfect combo of sweet, salt and, for me, nostalgia. Delicious over rice :)
Special note: the cooking clips book in the lower left corner and the recipe card were drawn true to form from my mum’s recipe drawer. For me, the cookbooks and recipe cards/clippings are just as memory stirring as the meal!
Fave Memory: My Dad – an excellent cook – did most of the cooking in our house, and this was a favourite hearty lunch or dinner with some nice crusty bread and cheese. He rarely followed a recipe, though – just went by instinct and experience. We lost him earlier this year and I still can't believe I can't just call him up and confirm the ingredients or instructions – so this is to the best of our recollection. He loved everything to do with the sea and I can't think of another dish that reminds me more of my Dad.
All of out family friends know these are one of my favourite meals. One time I was visiting Corinthia with my dad we had them three days in a row. Everyone made them because they wanted me to be happy. I was really happy. My dad appreciated eating the same thing three days in a row less than me.
This is something my dad usually makes when I visit him. My parents are divorced so this was such a treat when he cooked this for me. When he was young, he had to go to the compulsory army service. This is the food they usually made because it was easy and cheap. Over the years he has adjusted it to his liking and has shared the recipe with me, but I never can't get it to taste the way he does it. However, every time I eat this whether it is made by him or me, I'm reminded of my dad and all those weekends I spent with him.
Fave Memory! A salty-sweet and oniony appetizer on a slice of rye bread. My Ukrainian grandmother adored entertaining. Every holiday, she would make special dishes and invite the whole family and many friends to crowd around the table. Everyone talked at once! I always enjoyed the scene and the food. This herring spread is delicious, and I'm happy to have re-created it successfully. Babunya would serve it in her vintage dishes, with embroidered linens on the table. So do I!